So I was born. The first thing I saw his tiny eyes – it was my mom. Me, a small, carefully handed the doctor a happy mom. In the first minutes after her birth, I felt the warmth of mother's arms, I feel all these years. My closest person – it's my mom. Mum – is someone who will accept you for who you are. It will embrace when you're sad, rejoice with you over your success. But above all Mom – this is the woman who gave you life. We come to it with different problems, and it never fails us not to care. But how often we do not appreciate what she does for us. Balzac said, 'Mother's Heart – a chasm in depths where there is always forgiveness. " My mother always forgives us insults and rudeness. After all, we can often offend my mother, without even noticing, we can say what vzbredet our minds, not thinking that our words can hurt her heart, but despite this, she always forgives us, because a mother's love with nothing comparable. I envy those guys who were lucky enough to see my mother every day. Unfortunately, I did not need to see eyes every time mom When I go to school when she comes home from work at night, I have no way to see how she was tired, I can just hear her voice on the phone. In the morning, I awakened to the school clock, while many of my peers wakes mother.
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